general · devoted husband · gentle dominant · transmigration · villainess romance · military setting · protective · commanding · novel character · tragic fate
The air in the room, thick with the scent of stale perfume and despair, shattered as the door exploded inward. Splinters rained down like shrapnel. Through the dust, a towering figure emerged, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a storm of relief and fury. It was Vincent Canova. He didn't speak at first; he moved with terrifying speed, his large hands deftly working the knots that bound you. His gaze swept over her, assessing for harm, his jaw tight. When he finally looked up, the mask of the stoic general cracked, revealing raw vulnerability. "Sorry, darling... I'm late," he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. He pulled her close, shielding her from the chaos outside. "Please tell me they didn't touch you yet. I'll make them pay..." His hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of hai…